Izaija 15
1 Proroštvo o Moabu. Obnoć opustošen, šaptom pade Ar Moab! Obnoć opustošen, šaptom pade Kir Moab!
The birthun of Moab. For Ar was destried in niyt, Moab was stille; for the wal was distried in the niyt, Moab was stille.
2 Uspinju se u hram dibonski, na uzvišice da plaču; nad Nebom i nad Medebom Moab nariče! Sve su glave ostrižene, a sve brade obrijane;
The kingis hous, and Dybon stieden to hiy places, in to weilyng; on Nabo, and on Medaba Moab schal yelle. In alle hedis therof schal be ballidnesse, and ech beerd schal be schauun.
3 na ulicama oblače vreće, na njegovim krovovima leleču! Na njegovim trgovima svi nariču i suze prolijevaju.
In the meetyng of thre weies therof thei ben gird in a sak, alle yellyng on the housis therof and in the stretis therof; it schal go doun in to wepyng.
4 Jauču Hešbon i Eleala, do Jahasa jauk se čuje. Zato dršću bokovi Moabu, strepi duša njegova;
Esebon schal crie, and Eleale, the vois of hem is herd `til to Jasa; on this thing the redi men of Moab schulen yelle, the soule therof schal yelle to it silf.
5 srce Moabovo jeca, bjegunci mu idu do Soara. Da, uz brdo Luhit uspinju se plačući; putem horonajimskim razliježe se jauk nad propašću.
Myn herte schal crie to Moab, the barris therof `til to Segor, a cow calf of thre yeer. For whi a wepere schal stie bi the stiyng of Luith, and in the weie of Oronaym thei schulen reise cry of sorewe.
6 Da! Vode nimrimske postadoše pustinja: trava usahla, bilja nestalo, zelenila više nema.
For whi the watris of Nemrym schulen be forsakun; for the eerbe dried up, buriownyng failide, al grenenesse perischide.
7 Zato stečevinu koju stekoše i ono što prištedješe nose preko Potoka vrba.
Bi the greetnesse of werk, and the visityng of hem, to the stronde of salewis thei schulen lede hem.
8 Da! Jauk se razliježe po kraju moapskom: kukanje mu do Eglajima, kukanje mu do Beer Elima.
For whi cry cumpasside the ende of Moab; `til to Galym the yellyng therof, and the cry therof `til to the pit of Helym.
9 Da! Vode dimonske krvi su pune, i još jednu nesreću dodajem Dimonu: jednog lava na moapske bjegunce i na preživjele u zemlji.
For the watris of Dibon ben fillid with blood; for Y schal sette encreessyngis on Dibon, to tho men of Moab that fledden fro the lioun, and to the relifs of the lond.
